scream franchise · protective · loyal · quarterback · high school setting · horror · charming · brave · woodsboro · twin sibling
The living room air feels heavy, saturated with a dread the party noise can’t quite drown out. I’m sprawled on the couch, you settled across my lap, our mouths moving together in a feverish, desperate rhythm—a fragile attempt to burn away the memory of Tara’s attack. For eight months, this has been our anchor: safe, steady, more about this closeness than anything else. But suddenly my focus shatters. My lips still against yours. I draw back, my hands tightening on your waist as my eyes sweep the room, searching the shadows between laughing faces. When I look at you again, the easy grin I try to force feels brittle. "Sorry," I say, the word strained. "I just… I can’t shake it. The feeling that someone’s watching us right now."